N-M Chapter 018 Welcome to the Underworld
Chapter 018 Welcome to the Underworld
sometimes,
Thinking about this thing and actually doing it are worlds apart.
As Lin Fan leaped down, he felt the wind whistling past him.
He was in mid-air, yet he was cursing.
Failed.
Although the jump was decisive, the body's coordination hadn't kept up with the brain.
He had originally envisioned a perfect "headfirst" fall, with his skull hitting the concrete floor, his brains splattering on the spot, and him passing away peacefully and with dignity.
But in reality, no matter how much he waved his arms and legs in the air, he had no control over his posture.
This is very awkward.
If you land on your buttocks, you won't die at all, except for increasing the orthopedic surgeon's earnings.
If that were the case, if he were caught by those special police officers, they wouldn't even need to interrogate him; they could just send him straight to the operating table for dissection.
"Don't land on your bottom!"
The thought had just crossed Lin Fan's mind...
"Thump!"
A muffled thud.
Then came the sharp crack of a branch breaking.
Lin Fan's first feeling was that he had fallen into a pile of firewood.
The falling body was cushioned, and there was no excruciating pain of bones shattering as expected.
It’s over.
In the end, it was all for naught!
Why do you have to make such nice landscaping for a lousy hospital like yours?
A wave of despair washed over Lin Fan. Just as he was about to open his eyes to see if there was any hope of escaping, he suddenly felt a sharp chill on his neck.
Then came the intense pain.
He could clearly feel as if some foreign object was piercing his neck.
Warm liquid gushed out wildly down his neck, and his trachea made a hissing sound as air leaked out.
Ok?
Lin Fan's eyes widened.
Did I... succeed?
Despite the intense pain, Lin Fan subconsciously raised his hand to touch his neck.
The next moment, he felt a rough, withered branch, about the thickness of a child's wrist, stuck in his neck.
And its location seems to be right next to a major artery!
Blood gushed out like it was free, and soon my hands were sticky.
"this……"
Upon sensing this situation, Lin Fan's despair instantly transformed into ecstatic joy.
There is always a way out!
Who says Tokyo is my nemesis?
He managed to encounter this with such a low probability; what else could he be but the chosen one?
"quick!!!"
"Over there! In the flower bed!"
"Medical team! Where the medical team is?!"
Just as Lin Fan was experiencing excruciating pain in his neck and overjoyed, a commotion arose from nearby.
Lin Fan subconsciously turned his head to look, his vision somewhat blurry.
All that could be vaguely seen was a group of people dressed in SWAT uniforms running towards this direction.
A short while later, the group of people ran up to him.
At this moment, he also felt his strength rapidly draining away and his mind becoming increasingly sluggish.
But in his line of sight, he saw a familiar figure.
It was none other than Matsumoto Masahiro, whom they had previously wanted to capture alive.
Matsumoto Masahiro wasn't too worried about Lin Fan's sudden jump. In his opinion, the chances of dying from that height were very low.
The reason he rushed down so quickly was to prevent Lin Fan from taking the opportunity to escape.
But, to his utter surprise...
Matsumoto Masahiro, who was the first to run to the flower bed, was stunned when he saw Lin Fan lying in the flower bed, bleeding profusely.
"No...no..."
Matsumoto Masaga reacted quickly, rushing to Lin Fan's side and kneeling down. His hands trembled as he tried to stop the wound, but he dared not touch the branch, fearing that it would cause further injury.
"Lin-san! Hang in there! Don't close your eyes!"
Matsumoto Masaga's voice cracked from shouting.
"You are a miracle! You cannot die! The Empire needs you!"
He was frantic with worry.
The order was absolute: capture them alive, and capture them unharmed.
Now look what's happened! This person has strung himself up like a skewer right under his nose.
This is going to make him a sinner against the cherry blossoms!
"Cough...cough cough..."
Blood and foam welled up in Lin Fan's mouth, and his vision became increasingly blurry.
But he was very happy.
I even felt like laughing.
He looked at the distorted, terrified, and desperate face in front of him, and struggled to raise his left hand, which was still movable.
Matsumoto Masaga thought he was saying something in his dying moments or pleading for help, so he quickly leaned closer to listen.
"Tell me! What do you need? The doctor will be here right away!"
Lin Fan's finger trembled as he pointed to the withered branch that had cost him his life.
Then, he gave a thumbs up.
Matsumoto Masaga: "???"
"You, you're dead, I told you..."
Lin Fan used his last bit of strength, then his head tilted to the side, his pupils dilated, and a strange yet peaceful smile appeared on his face as he stopped breathing completely.
The world is quiet.
Matsumoto Masaga stood frozen in place, maintaining a listening posture.
died?
He just died like that?
He was killed by a broken tree branch?
The monster that caused an earthquake in Akihabara, could come back to life, and even danced under a Taser, died in a flower bed at the hospital.
"Baka yarou!!!"
Matsumoto Masahiro roared to the sky, his voice stern and wrathful.
"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"
A group of doctors in white coats rushed over, pushing a stretcher.
But when they saw the withered branch piercing through the neck and the chest that had stopped heaving, everyone slowed down.
Hopeless.
Even a god couldn't save him.
……
quickly,
Lin Fan's body was collected and temporarily placed in the morgue of the emergency center.
Although Lin Fan was dead, Matsumoto Masaga did not dare to let his guard down.
After all, this guy has a history of coming back from the dead.
Suddenly, the entire emergency center was taken over by fully armed self-defense forces, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, so that not even a fly could get out.
Inside a temporarily requisitioned office.
The commander-in-chief of this operation was pointing his finger at Matsumoto Masaga and cursing him.
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"
"Hundreds of special police officers, fully armed, couldn't even keep an eye on one person? Let him jump off a building? Let him get stabbed to death with tree branches?"
Do you know what this person means to us?
He might have possessed a talent that had never been revealed! Now this man is dead!
And it's all your fault, how am I supposed to explain this to my superiors?
Matsumoto Masahiro lowered his head, remaining silent as spittle flew onto his face.
He was also suffering inside.
Who would have thought that guy was so determined to die?
Who would have thought that there was a deadly dead branch in that flower bed?
Who the hell can I complain to about this?
"I'm sorry, sir, this was my oversight, but what do we do now?"
Matsumoto Masaga's voice was hoarse.
"Experts from the Ministry of Science and Technology are already on their way. They say that even if the baby is dead, they should still remove the brain and spinal cord while it's still hot..."
"What else can we do! Guard the body!"
The high-ranking official slammed his fist on the table with a deafening roar.
"If anything goes wrong with the body again, you can expect to commit seppuku!"
"Hai!"
Matsumoto Masaga stood at attention, saluted, and turned to walk away.
But he didn't notice that the sky outside the window had already completely darkened.
It wasn't a normal night.
Instead, it was a murky, ashen darkness.
……
The morgue is located on the basement level of the emergency center.
The temperature here is consistently below -4 degrees Celsius year-round, and the air conditioning is chilly.
Lin Fan's body lay quietly on the metal plate of morgue number 3.
The withered branch had been removed, and the large hole in the neck looked gruesome, but because the blood had dried up, the wound was a pale white.
However, no one knew that a figure invisible to ordinary people was floating above the corpse.
The figure was ethereal, appearing and disappearing indistinct; it was none other than Lin Fan, who had once again entered a special state.
"What happened? Did your talent malfunction?"
Lin Fan looked at his own corpse below, his face filled with confusion.
After his previous death, at least he could see the warning that the [Calamity Body] talent had caused a disaster.
But now,
I've been in this strange state for quite a long time, and I haven't seen a single thing!
"Could it be a bug?"
"I can't... go on living like this, can I?"
"No way! I've never had zaba before!!!"
Lost in thought, Lin Fan began to feel uneasy...
"Sizzle..."
However, at that moment, the fluorescent light above the morgue suddenly flickered.
Ok?
Lin Fan noticed this and looked around in confusion, but everything returned to normal.
That's... all?
However, at that moment, a strange connection suddenly surfaced in his mind.
……
at the same time,
The two special police officers guarding outside the morgue also felt a sudden blur before their eyes.
"What's going on? Is the voltage unstable?"
One of the special police officers looked up in confusion.
Just then.
A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.
This wasn't the kind of cold from air conditioning, but a kind of chilling cold, like someone blowing rotten, cold air onto the back of your neck.
"Hey, Tanaka, can you smell something?"
Another SWAT officer sniffed and frowned.
"It smells like... something burnt? And a rusty smell too?"
"Don't scare me, this is a morgue, where is the smell of burning coming from?"
Tanaka turned around with a smile, about to mock his companion for being cowardly.
however.
His smile froze on his face.
The stainless steel morgue door, which had been shiny and new just moments before, was now covered with mottled reddish-brown rust, as if it had been weathered by decades of wind and rain.
The once pristine white floor tiles now looked as if they had been splashed with countless layers of dried black blood. Large chunks of plaster were even peeling off the walls, revealing the bricks and stones underneath, which were covered in bloodstains and some unknown viscous substance.
"What...what is this...?"
Tanaka was so startled that he took a step back and bumped his back against the door.
But he discovered that the large door at the end of the corridor leading outside had been visibly replaced by a rusty iron fence.
Outside the fence.
It's no longer the familiar corridor.
Instead, it was a thick, impenetrable white fog.
In the mist, something seemed to be slowly wriggling, its form indistinct.
"call--"
The mist seeped into the morgue through the gaps in the fence.
at the same time.
Suddenly, the sound of fingernails scratching metal plates came from the morgue behind them.
Sizzle—sizzle—
The sound was harsh and made your teeth ache.
The pupils of the two special police officers contracted sharply, and their hearts nearly jumped out of their throats.
"It's...it's come back to life?!"
Before they could even raise their guns.
A shrill, high-pitched, and extremely penetrating air raid siren, as if it came from the depths of hell, suddenly rang in their ears without warning.
"Ugh—!!!"
The sound echoed not only in the underground morgue.
It pierced through the thick concrete slab in an instant, echoing throughout the entire emergency center and even reaching the skies above Sumida Ward.
……
The lobby on the first floor of the hospital.
Matsumoto Masaga, who was directing his men to cordon off the scene, suddenly stopped and covered his ears in horror.
"Where did the alarm come from?"
He shouted.
But no one answered him.
The SWAT officers, doctors, and nurses around were all staring blankly out the window.
The afternoon sun had disappeared.
Instead, there was an endless fog.
The fog was so thick it seemed to have a physical form, instantly engulfing the streetlights, vehicles, and pedestrians.
Inside the hospital.
The originally bright lights began to turn dim and flicker.
The pristine white walls began to age, turn black, and bleed at a visible rate.
The floor cracked, and countless black insects crawled out of the cracks.
The air was filled with a nauseating smell of sulfur and burnt corpses.
"What's going on? What the hell is this thing?!"
Matsumoto Masaga drew his pistol and roared into the walkie-talkie, "Control center! Control center! Report the situation!"
The walkie-talkie only emitted a piercing static sound, a despairing hissing noise.
Sudden.
The static in the walkie-talkie disappeared.
A heavy, metallic scraping sound came through the walkie-talkie clearly.
Zzz... Zzz...
The sound was like the sound of heavy iron being dragged across the ground.
Matsumoto Masahiro froze, an unprecedented fear gripping his heart.
He slowly raised his head.
Look towards the center of the lobby, where the hospital's patient map used to be.
now.
The patient guidance map is no longer hanging there.
Instead, it was a huge banner written in blood-stained font:
Welcome to the Otherworld.